The eyes that were always calm and unperturbed.
Now watching the night sky, dotted with sparse starlight, reappear after the vortex vanished.
Deep within her pupils lingered the ultimate shock and bewilderment.
As if she had not yet recovered from the terrifying scene that overturned her understanding.
Chu Kuanglan lay sprawled out among the rubble, his whole body feeling like it had fallen apart, his arms limply hanging, clearly broken.
He gasped for air, each breath pulling on the wounds in his chest and abdomen, making him grimace in pain.
Lu Jiuyuan knelt on one knee, leaning on a nearly blunted long blade, barely supporting himself from collapsing.
The deep wound on his waist and abdomen that exposed the bone had split open again, staining his tattered combat suit with fresh blood.
Lowering his head, sweat mixed with blood dripped from his chin, and the hand holding the blade trembled uncontrollably.
